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Time seemed to slow down for a moment, and he prayed in his heart for a hit, while staring at the giant beast without blinking, until his breath was regained, and the other party was still safe and sound, still running forward.

After a few breaths, a pillar of snow rose far away from the monster.

To be bad.

The nail slammed into his heart, because the giant beast was not heading towards the sixth section of the city wall, resulting in an angle between it and the artillery, and the long-barreled cannon had to constantly adjust the angle, and at the same time had to estimate the speed of the opponent's movement and shoot in advance, otherwise it would be like now, and the cannonball would hit the target behind the target after firing.

According to the rate of fire of the field cannons, they only have one last chance left before the monster crashes through the walls!

The nails could already see the thick fur of the enemy and the bloody jaws under the fangs, and the witches were heading for it, apparently intent on intercepting the monster. But the four of them together are not as thick as one of each other's legs, can they do it with magic alone?

He was so anxious that he even wanted to run to the sixth section of the wall to warn the artillery crew to take aim forward, but the Overseers standing on either side of each section of the wall finally made him resist this urge - now leaving the garrison position would probably be regarded as an escape. Lord Iron Axe has repeatedly emphasized that this kind of behavior, which may cause the defense line to collapse, is absolutely forbidden, and once discovered, the Overseer can shoot and kill him.

The beast that was running at the front had already entered the range of the revolving rifle, and a series of crackling sounds rang out from the top of the city.

The nail had no choice but to continue his mission, placing a rounded loaded loader next to the shooter.

At this time, the second earth-shattering roar sounded again, which was only three or four breaths after the previous fire of the long-barreled cannon.

So...... Nails looked at the sixth section of the wall in surprise, the smoke above the barrel had not yet dissipated, and there was still smoke coming out of the muzzle, like a lit silver pipe. But what was even more shocking was still to come, and he didn't even have time to observe whether the shot hit the enemy or not, and the dazzling fire appeared again.

Third shelling!

Oh my God, don't they have to reload?

He only saw four or five people busy behind the barrel, but no one ever approached the muzzle, as if this gun was completely different from those stubby field guns, but like a revolving rifle, capable of firing continuously!

And this time the attack worked.

The nail didn't see the cannonball into the monster's body, and the first thing that caught his eye was a cloud of blood mist bursting from the side of the giant evil beast, in addition to the scattered black blood, there were also shredded fur and large pieces of flesh. At the same time, the beast shuddered, and its whole body seemed to be deflated a little, and ripples surged up on its solid fur like the surface of the water—but he wondered if it was an illusion, because the next moment, the sunken body returned to normal, but the monster's eyes were squeezed out in the depression, and at the same time black and white sticky objects spewed out.

There was not a single near-death roar, and the beast fell straight to the ground with a dull thud. It was only then that the nail realized where the shell had hit - a large hole in its body near its neck, though insignificant compared to its burly body, and it was difficult to even associate the hole with the fatal blow just now. Wisps of green smoke were rising from the hole, and the fur around it was charred black.

A monster from hell just died?

The nail couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and turned his previous worries into a roar to vent.

"Long live Your Highness!"

Even such a terrible and ferocious enemy could not stop the powerful weapon invented by His Highness the Prince! He could not even think of any other way to kill this burly hybrid beast than the new cannon, which was not so clean, even if a witch could. Thinking further, in a sense, His Highness has endowed them with supreme power comparable to that of a beautiful witch!

This cry was echoed by more people, like an introduction, which quickly ignited the emotions of the others, at first the recruits chanted, and then the veterans couldn't help but clench their fists.

The city then erupted in high-pitched cheers.

"Long live His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Roland didn't get the news until after the battle.

He put on his wool coat and hurried to the western section of the city wall, where the huge corpse of the beast was still lying quietly in the snow, and the black blood melted the snow around him into a bend of black water.

It seems that these monsters, no matter how terrifying their appearance, are only carbon-based creatures after all, and they are still no different from tissue paper in the face of gunpowder and steel.

After being shot into the target's body, the solid pointed bullet rolled over due to instability, transmitting the kinetic energy carried by the target to the whole body, and finally spun through the body - just as seen at the scene, the other side of the target's body was completely opened, internal organs and broken bones were scattered all over the ground, and even the hardest head was shattered in the energy shock, and the whole collapsed.

However, he also had some worries in his heart, the strength of the bones of living things has a limit, this thing is obviously several times larger than an elephant, how can it support its own flesh without being crushed by its own weight? The body size of land animals is far smaller than that of marine creatures, and gravity is an insurmountable threshold.

Could it all have something to do with magic? I remember Nightingale mentioned that she could see some of the hybrid beasts flowing through them.

"This ...... How is that possible!" Agatha's eyes widened as she followed, "Isn't this a hell dreader?"

"What's that, the name of a hybrid beast?" Roland wondered, "It's been seen in the Loam Plains before?"

"Yes, when they appear in droves, they are a formidable enemy for witches and demons, and many towns have been trampled to the ground by the Helldreads," Agatha's voice sounded dry, "but they can only be seen near the Red Moon." ”

"Red Moon...... Coming?" Roland suddenly remembered the record in the ancient book that when a blood-dripping red moon appeared in the sky, the gates of hell would open again. His brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"According to the records handed down from the first battle of the gods, it was the time when the magic was at its fullest, and the appearance of witches would reach a peak, but in the same way, demons and evil beasts would become extremely powerful. Agatha said nervously, "I have carefully read the history book you gave me, and according to the chronology, it should be at least twenty to fifty years before the Red Moon, and it is impossible for such a monster to appear. ”

"But it still appeared," Roland said in a deep voice, "what does that mean?"

"It means we're running out of time. ”

. (To be continued.) )